Chapter 372

It's song Ye.

Song ye can't forget the heavy taste of his body.

The child was always with him.

In the morning of the fourth day, the sunlight was mottled into the windowsill. The breeze rolled the screen curtain and leaked a ray of sunlight into the face of the sleeping man in the jadeite bathtub.

The dazzling light stirs his eyelids, and Qin Zhan opens his eyes slightly from his deep sleep. His frown feels the pain of his body. His brain, which has been in a coma for a long time, is released from his sleep. There is still a trace of ignorance in his eyes.

Where is he?

After a few seconds of stupor, the precise brain began to return to its senses. Everything happened before the coma gradually returned to the brain. He narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was extremely ugly.

That woman, dare to plot against him.

He didn't know how much he was in a coma. When he was in Han Yan's hand in the capital city, he was about to raise his eyes to see how to get out of the body. However, his sight was attracted by the sleeping figure on the bed. When he saw the sleeping face, Rao was quick to react and the leader of the eagle group was stunned for several minutes.

"Kid, cough..." He was happy for a moment. He wanted to call her softly, but he didn't want to be in a coma for a long time. When he opened his mouth, his throat became dry and he began to cough.

As soon as there is a movement in the room, song ye on the bed almost wakes up. The tired look on his face is replaced by vigilance. The whole person is like a tight string and turns over and sits up.

Suddenly a pair of Qin Zhan's deep eyes, song Ye is still a little confused, a few seconds later, her face can not help but smile, "you wake up."

Simple three words, but full of countless emotions, this period of worry and confusion, heavy pressure in the heart of the anxiety, finally let her greatly relieved.

If Qin Zhan doesn't wake up again, she will really be at her wit's end.

"How much of a coma did I have?" Although song Ye is not obvious, Qin Zhan can clearly see the tiredness in the hospital bed just now. She must have a lot of heart this time.

"For ten days, this is stone city." Song Ye got out of bed. According to the custom, he first explored the temperature of Qin Zhan's forehead with his hand, and then opened the herbs to check the wounds on his chest and abdomen.

Qin Zhan was in a coma before, but now he is awake. His tender and boneless hands touch his forehead and upper body. His cold face almost does not stretch, and his ears turn red.

"Cough..." He coughed gently for two times. He didn't want to make his blood boil, but he didn't want to let the boy's little hand leave. He didn't know whether to open his mouth or pretend to be more serious.

"Thirsty?" Fortunately, song ye thought of something else and stopped to check the wound on his thigh. He turned to the head of the bed and poured him a glass of water. "You've been in a coma for a long time. I'll ask people to prepare some liquid food first."

Qin Zhan was very considerate to his brother's consideration. He looked down and noticed that the bath bucket he was sitting on was a large piece of jadeite planted in old pit glass. He could not help but wonder, "your medicine king hall is very generous in treatment."

Such a large piece of jade costs a lot.

“…… Well. " Song Ye pursed her lips, but didn't say it was the meat picked out from Zhao Zhen's mouth. Qin Zhan is his elder brother. How much does it cost to save him.

From a certain level, song ye would rather kill someone wrong than let it go. When he treats his own people, he quietly takes out his heart and lungs and doesn't care.

"Hehe, it's not easy to go back to Shishi from the capital city?" After drinking the water, Qin Zhan's thoughts in his head were finally clear. He looked up at the young man's appearance of light clouds and light breeze, but in his heart he could imagine the difficulty of the process.

"If the Han family can't get hold of me, it will offend me at most." Song Ye didn't hide it and answered truthfully.

Smell speech, Qin Zhan droops eyes sneer, "offend also doesn't matter, Han Yan can plot against me, should undertake consequence."

The tiger is not powerful. He is the leader of the eagle team.

"Who hurt you this time?" Song Ye doesn't care much about the Han family. He looks at Qin Zhan's injuries every day these days, and he cares more about the people who do it.

Qin Zhan also did not intend to conceal, the tone calmly vomited out a name, "is Claire."

Is it him?

Song Ye's eyes flash in a flash of surprise. Although he had guessed before, he couldn't believe the cruel hand of the beautiful boy who would cry at the touch. When he said he liked Qin Zhan at that time, the feelings in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

Can't get a person's love, it's better to be a broken jade than a tile?

Song Ye didn't understand this kind of love.

But he lured the tiger away from the mountain and let himself be removed from the hawk group, and plotted against Qin Zhan. She would certainly ask him for the two accounts in person.

Aware of the evil spirit in young people's eyes, Qin Zhan seems not so concerned. Song Ye's concern for him is more important than anything else.

"How long will this medicine last?" Qin Zhan's whole body only has a pair of underpants, which is equivalent to a vacuum state. He is somewhat uncomfortable when he continues to face the youth conversation.

"Your fever is gone. You can come out." Song ye came over and put his hand on the other side's shoulder. He bent down slightly and put his hand into the water.Suddenly, the wrist was seized by Qin Zhan, "what are you doing?" They are very close. Qin Zhan has not been able to adapt to it for another time. How could he have been in a coma for more than ten days, and his little ghost was so close to his own behavior.

Then, the next two words of song Ye's understatement succeeded in bringing him to the outer Jiao and inner Nen.

"Hold you." Song Ye looks at him from the side of his head. His beautiful and cool eyes are clear without any other deep meaning.

Hold Qin Zhan looked down at her movement, and suddenly thought of a question between the electric light and flint in his brain, "is it you who got me in?" Still in this position?

After a word, he didn't mean to open his mouth, song Ye's answer was extremely magnanimous, "well, can't touch your chest injury." No matter which position, it is not as safe as a princess.

But the princess held Qin Zhan suddenly got cold on his back, and his strength of holding song Ye's wrist increased unconsciously. He brushed his face and pulled it down. He gritted his teeth and said, "no, help me up. I can walk by myself."

"Oh." Song Ye doesn't agree, and she doesn't like to run around with a man.

As a result, when he was sent to the bathroom to wipe his body, song Ye found that his elder brother's expression was very ugly. If he wasn't sure that he had a fever, he would have thought that the injury was getting worse.

Qin Zhan, who is left alone in the bathroom to wipe his body, is covering his face with one hand, gripping a towel in the other hand, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out.

He was actually held by song ye to the princess!

What a shame.

Black history, this is definitely black history.

A big brother can't look at himself directly. When he thinks about it, he's blocked up with a mouthful of old blood.

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